Living in the Age of Losing Everything
After a certain point, its all downhill into the loss pit
4 min readJan 24, 2022
It is hard to remember my first memory as an infant. A feeling of being alive, I suppose. Seeing people moving around, I didn't need to be told they were my people. The warm milk out of my mother's breast was eternal. And as I recall now, the world was populated with life, not just life but the life…